After I parted from Julio I went on small roads again, the wind from the back, sometimes in stormy gusts. beautiful hills, soemtimes getting quite high, and a largly unpopulated landscape. I was looking forward to get to Bilbao, because there i would meet Juliane and Astrid, 2 friends and former flatmates, who I did not meet for 10 years. We lived together in my first community, well shared flat, but we were very close that time and it was the best flat i had every shared. I w3as so curious about what had happeded to them, but first i had to find them and for that i had to find internet.
I found it in a village called Ona, in a bar with wifi, where my computer suddenly connected to the net, and I found all the contacts neccessary. Ona is a beautiful little village with a carfree historic center full of life. The landscape got more and more mountainous, and Juliane had already warned me that she does live in the mountains, not at the coast. So I had a look at google maps, found its only 50km left and started towards her. I followed the great gorge of Rio Ebro for some time, and suddely it was populated again. The road became bigger and got more and more traffic and i saw a thunderstorm coming towards me. One hour after sun set I decided to camp, but did not find a very good place. The thunderstrom came and stole most of my sleep, it even rained, for the first time on this trip, but i had my tarp and stayed dry.
Next morning I managed to get up early and phone Juliane. We met on a street, she picked me up with her VW-van – but before I went downhill for 40 km, on a big street with two lanes each direction. Whow, what a downhill, I had not known i was so high up, I almost managed to catch Juliane at the town where she started. And I finally crossed the border to the basque country, which I had awaited for the last 50 km.
